Nurse.
Jason will never bear it--his own sons
Banished,—however hot his anger runs
Against their mother!
Old love burneth low
When new love wakes, men say. He is not now
Husband nor father here, nor any kin.
Nurse.
But this is ruin! New waves breaking in
To wreck us, ere we are righted from the old!
Attendant.
Well, hold thy peace. Our mistress will be told
All in good time. Speak thou no word hereof.
Nurse.
My babes! What think ye of your father's love?
God curse him not, he is my master still:
But, oh, to them that loved him, 'tis an ill
Friend. . . .